The story in the photo, the college composition

(1) Composition, the story in the photo

In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. The names of comrades-in-arms are common, but they are extremely precious to me. This is very precious. My dad is a demon who travels a lot, and then she goes out every day. Why is she so depressed? My exercise is perfect. I don't bully people. Ha ha.

(2) the story composition in the photo

The story in the photo

There are many photos in my bedroom album. Take it out and look through it in your spare time. Most of them recorded my growing up: joy, joy, sadness, loss, and I was scared to cry the first time I took a roller coaster; Bright smile when picking up shells on the beach with my mother; And the joy of winning the English competition for the first time ... they record my growing steps and carry happy memories of my childhood.

Staring at grandma's picture. In the photo, grandma held me and sat on the smooth stone in the park beach, soaking her feet in the cool river and letting her scratch her feet, which was very comfortable. I looked at the water curiously as if I wanted to know what was hidden in it. We have a red sweater that is about to be finished. The beautiful and bright stripe pattern reflects the bright smile on grandma's face. In the afternoon sunshine, everything is so harmonious and beautiful.

"Yes, we really can't control your children. I suggest you take him back to live for a few days first ... "It didn't take long for the director to dial the phone and grandma came.

I haven't been to kindergarten since. Every day, my grandmother takes it with her. When I was hungry, I asked my grandmother to buy food. When you are sleepy, snuggle up in her warm arms and take a nap, or lie next to grandma and watch her knit that colorful sweater. I often hear my grandmother arguing with my parents in other places on the phone about my schooling, but my grandmother always says, "My son is still young, let's talk about it in a few years ..." After hanging up the phone, my grandmother will take me to the park to play, or the beach, the stone, the old place in my childhood memory with my grandmother.

Sixth grade: Chen Junjie

Looking through one by one, unconsciously, the sleeping baby in the photo has become a lively child around his loved ones, and it is time to go to kindergarten.

During the kindergarten, I was very naughty and hated being bound by school teachers. I was crying in kindergarten that day while my parents were on a business trip. I have been destroying my friends while they are playing. The teacher makes harsh noises from time to time when giving lectures. The teachers at school didn't know what to do until …

I thought she would severely criticize me, but who knows, she didn't say a word.

The story composition in the photo is 600 words.

The story in the photo

Opening the old photo album at home, I saw the yellow photos.

That's a photo taken by my mother and uncle when they were children. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old, wearing a small cloth jacket with a square collar, a pair of trousers, holding the trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is going to climb the tree. And my uncle, carrying a big bamboo pole more than three meters long, doesn't know what to do. I don't know until I ask my mother that they will know enough shells. In those days, cicada slough was a good Chinese herbal medicine. Every summer vacation, the children of every family will get up early and go to the Woods in the village to find cicada shells with small baskets and long bamboo poles. My brothers and sisters climbed the tree to find the cicada's shell, while my brothers and sisters helped to pass the bamboo pole and pick up the cicada's shell, which was very tacit. Children often start early in the morning with dry food and don't go home until dark. At this time, their small basket is full of cicada shells, while the small basket with cover is full of cicadas that have not yet returned their shells.

After returning home, they washed and dried cicada shells every few days and sent them to the pharmacy in the town, so that the tuition fee for one year would be settled. When the harvest is good, the extra money can also buy some school supplies! Cicada, which is not fully hatched in a small basket, is another rare food for people. Every night, when the cicadas shell, the children can't wait to wash the tender cicadas, clamoring for adults to put them in the pot and fry them, and then sprinkle some salt to eat delicious. There are even greedy children like cats. On the way to the pharmacy to sell cicadas, they secretly hide a few cicadas, fry them in the oil pan when adults are not paying attention to cooking, and then put them in their mouths to eat them with relish. Do you know what delicious food was for children at that time?

This yellowed black-and-white photo seems to have brought me into my mother's childhood, and let me enjoy that wonderful and happy time with my mother!

(4) the story composition in the photo

On my desk, there is a photo of our family of three. In the photo, we are wearing diving suits, standing proudly in the blue sea, smiling brightly! As soon as I saw this photo, my heart was filled with happiness and memories of good times.

I was nine years old that year, and my father's unit organized a trip to Hainan Island. Fortunately, I boarded the long-awaited plane and came to Hainan Island. Living in a hotel, I stayed up all night excitedly, planning my travel plan for tomorrow.

I got up early the next day. When the tour guide announced that we were going to dive under the sea today, I was even more excited to run around like a rabbit.

When we arrived at the diving field, the coach told us the essentials of diving and took us down to the sea. My heart is like fifteen fights. When the coach asked me, "Are you afraid, little friend?" I stubbornly said, "Who said I was afraid?" After that, he deliberately straightened his chest, quickly put on his diving suit and strode to the sea. Standing in the sea, the cool water gently stroked my leg, and a breeze with the smell of seawater blew. I open my arms and enjoy the embrace of the sea. Just then, the coach said to me, "Are you ready?" "ok!" I made a clever gesture and jumped into the sea. After a while, many colorful fish appeared in front of my eyes. They swam around me as if they were treating me as a strange tourist. I couldn't help reaching out to greet them, but they didn't give me any face and left one by one. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. What a beautiful soft coral! These corals of different colors dazzled me and surprised me secretly. ...

When we surfaced, the photographer left us this precious photo.

When the photo was developed, I put it in a photo frame and kept it until now.

5] The story composition in the photo is 500 words.

The story in the photo

A photo, recording a story; A photo tells an experience; A photo evokes a memory; A photo, full of emotion. It is such a small and meaningful photo, an ordinary and extraordinary photo, which is worth collecting.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of 200 1 year 1 month in the living room on the third floor of my new home. The photo clearly shows me sitting on the sofa with my cousin, grandparents and grandparents. I still have a big apple on the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I dig out this photo from the album, I still remember the story behind it.

It was the first day of the first month when I was two years old. My grandparents and my cousins, uncles and aunts came to my home. During the chat, my father asked me to take photos with my grandparents and cousins. Knowing where I was sitting, I hurried to find a reason for my father to accompany me to the fourth floor first.

Up to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I was going to do. I said to myself, "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the oldest of you three children, and you and my cousin are the grandchildren of grandparents, of course you should be next to them." Dad replied. "But grandma is so old. If others see her, will she laugh at me? " "You are wrong to think so," my father went on to educate me earnestly. "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, she has gone through decades of hardships for the happiness of our family today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. No grandma, no dad, no dad, no you! " I suddenly realized that I had just made a mistake. If others see me sitting next to my grandmother in the photo, they will not make fun of me, but will think that I am a good boy who respects my elders and is full of love!

I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to the position where I took pictures, and handed a big apple to my grandmother with full respect. Grandma smiled and handed me back the apple. She said kindly, "Grandma is old and her teeth are useless. My dear grandson is grateful. You still eat! " Then my father shouted, "Look at me!" I took the apple my grandmother left me and stared at the camera. There was only a click, and this wonderful moment remained in the camera forever. After drying the photos, I took them into plastic and collected them in an album.

There is a photo of such a story; A photo makes my thoughts fly back to ten years ago; A photo, give me a love education. It is such an ordinary and extraordinary photo that taught me to respect and care for my elders. Only in this way can we make our life better, our family happier and our society more harmonious.

[6] The story in the photo is a 700-word junior high school composition.

The story in the photo

One sunny afternoon, I sat lazily on the sofa, looking at the photo album with relish, and watching it, a photo caught my eye. That's a photo I took in Putuo Mountain when I was in the second grade. I catch crabs in Baibusha. Look! My white jeans have turned into mud pants! I have one hand at my waist and the other hand holding a rubber-sized crab. Lovely ponytail has been mixed with sweat, big eyes narrowed into a line, and cherry-like mouth exposed two rows of white teeth. At that time, my face was filled with the joy of harvest. Suddenly, I remembered the scene at that time.

That day, we had breakfast early, went to the dock by car, bought tickets and got on the speedboat excitedly. In a blink of an eye, I arrived at Mount Putuo. I took my parents by the hand and came to Baibusha at the speed of Liu Xiang's 100-meter sprint. Wow! The environment of Baibusha is really good. The golden beaches are shining in the sun, and the roads are full of blue waves. Driven by the wind, they rushed to the beach one by one and played like naughty children. Adults also seem to be rejuvenated, running and playing with children.

Suddenly, a small crab caught my attention. Suddenly, I had a good idea: catching crabs. So I took off my clothes, rolled my pants and moved rocks, ah! There are a group of crabs. I grabbed it casually. "Ah-"I cried in utter amazement. When I looked intently, it turned out that a crab had caught my hand and there were red marks. "I quit!" "I said gloomily, I sat on the beach. My mother came over and said earnestly, "You must have perseverance in everything. Nothing can be successful at once. ".You catch crabs, too. You pay attention to methods. You have to grab both sides of the crab's back. At the urging of my mother, I stood up and thought, I must catch a crab! I went to the seaside again, moved a stone and searched carefully. Suddenly, a crab flashed before my eyes. It seems to have found me and tried to get into the stone. I moved the stone away and quickly reached for its back, but it was flexible and then disappeared into the stone. But if I don't give up, I can't believe I can't catch it. Once, twice, three times, five times.

Finally, the crab seems to have lost and suddenly stopped. I reached out and grabbed it. "Yes! Finally caught it. " I jumped three feet. "Come on, take one." Dad said and took out his camera. I put the crab in one hand and the waist in the other, posing as a POSS. A clicked photo recorded my happy time.

Although it has been two years, when I look at the photos, the happy time still echoes in my mind.

Once the story composition in the photo was 300 words "My family portrait"

Key points: first describe the shooting background of the photo, then describe the story behind the photo, and finally leave a good memory through this photo.

Text:

Every time I see that old photo in the photo frame on my desk, I can't help but think of the story my mother often tells me about our trip to Hangzhou Bay Bridge. This is a photo full of happiness. The photo was taken on June 7, 2008. Mom said that this is the first family photo of our family, and it is a very memorable photo.

That year, I was only three years old, and many memories were vague. In the photo, my father hugged me tightly with warm arms, and my mother stood beside me, smiling brightly. And I leaned on my father's shoulder, looking so immature and naive, just as I stayed in MengMeng. Behind us is Ningbo Tianyi Square. After the heavy rain, the square was spotless and crystal clear.

I remember my father driving us there that day. It was less than a month before the opening of Hangzhou Bay Bridge. I sat in the car and looked out of the window. It's bright and dark outside. Suddenly, it began to rain cats and dogs. I was a little nervous and clutched my mother's arm tightly.

My mother said to me gently, "it's okay." It's thunderstorm season, and the rain will stop soon. " After listening to my mother, I relaxed a lot. Soon, my father slowly drove on the cross-sea bridge. He drives slowly, because there is a rule that you can't drive fast on the cross-sea bridge. Seen from a distance, this sea-crossing bridge is an "S" curve.

Dad said, "Hangzhou Bay Bridge is a sea-crossing bridge across Hangzhou Bay in China. It is the second longest sea-crossing bridge in the world with a total length of 36 kilometers. " As soon as I heard this, my curiosity came and I continued to look out. "Mom, is this the sea?" I asked my mother. My mother replied, "Yes, this is the rough sea."

"The blue sea is so beautiful that there is no edge at all!" I exclaimed in my mind. It took us half an hour to cross the whole Hangzhou Bay Bridge. After a while, we finally came to Tianyi Square in Ningbo. At this time, the rain became smaller. Taking this opportunity, we asked someone to press the shutter and got this beautiful photo.

Although I didn't take photos on the cross-sea bridge at that time, seeing this photo reminded me of the famous Hangzhou Bay Bridge and the happy and wonderful time I spent with my parents.